Sugardaddies

So, today I wrote one of those self-advertised sugardaddies. You know, those who claim they are willing to do anything to keep a beautiful young woman in the style she deserves, if she's just willing to abuse him and his credit cards in style. Also, they happen to be the ones that don't want to talk to fakes.

This looked like one of the better ones. He offered luxury accommodations for travelling kinksters, while he's waiting for that wonderful Dominatrix to step in and start cuckolding him. I thought that sounded kind of neat, as I'd have done pretty much the same if I had money and space. Actually, without the money and luxury accommodations, I have had many a kinsters visiting, and visited them, for fun, for play, and just for plain socialising and friendship. I like kinky people, they just laugh when I claim the television remote, and point out that now I am in control!

So, I sent an email saying: "Hello there, I liked that invitation, how about we have coffee next time I pass through your town so we find out if we like each other, and then we can see if it would be a good idea to stay at your place some other time." So, as you may see, no demand for money, no insistence that he immediately submit, nothing but a way to meet and see if there's some kind of chemistry, at least the friendship kind of chemistry, between us.

I got a reply. He wants a face picture.

Now, I rarely give those out. I am not afraid to meet people, I don't make complicated demands on people at the first meeting, and I don't expect anybody to open up their home and offer their submission without taking their time. But I also don't spread my face all over the place. Not that I look bad, I actually look fairly good, if you're not too into movie stars and models. I'll never be one of those. I have the kind of face that looks everything from extremely mundane to very beautiful in the space of a few seconds. But since I laugh, cry, smile and argue with all of Me, and botox is something I'll never, ever get close to, it's starting to get marked by living. Still, I'd manage to hold still for a great shot, and My real weight is less than I say at the web site. I hate to disappoint people, so I underrate Myself online. It's so nice to have people light up when they meet Me!

Anyway, I told him he would have a face picture when we had made an appointment for a meeting, told him what I look like, and asked if looks are very important to him.

No reply.

I guess looks are very important to him.

Oh well, so much for the sugardaddies. I wonder if I have found the litmus test for "real" among them? Whether they are willing to talk to a person who doesn't fit the conventional idea of "stunning", and settle for the possibility of a scene friendship, or not?

Of course, he might have a fetish for very beautiful women, and use his money to satisfy it. In that case, I am sure there is a nice niche of professionals to help him along.